Birch '05: Food For The Soul

"They're green."

"They're perfectly fine."

"Shouldn't be that color."

"Just eat them already."

"I'm tellin' ya, they shouldn't be that color. Ain't natural."

"For heaven's sake, it's just the spinach mixed in. You like spinach."

"Not in my mashed potatoes I don't."

"You haven't even tried them."

"Ain't gonna, neither."

"Vincent Michael..."

"Can't make me."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Fine, don't eat them. Eat your meat then."

"Nuh-uh." "And what, pray tell, is wrong with the meat? I thought you liked braised spare ribs."

"Do."

"And I know you like peas."

"Well..."

"Then whatever... oh, for the love of god... Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Mr. Standish? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, my dear, as usual your offerings are exquisite. However, if I might make a peculiar request?"

"Of course."

"Would it be possible for Jena to prepare a new plate for my friend? I will pay for both meals, of course."

"Ez..."

"Hush."

"I didn't mean ta..."

"Vincenzo, please?... Now, my dear, if you would. The same mean, but could you ask for some plain potatoes instead of the spinach and onion ones, and if she could put the peas separately, perhaps in a small bowl? So that they don't touch the meat, you see."

"Uh, sure. Of course, sir."

"Thank you, you're a lamb. Please extend to Jena my deepest regards for her efforts. There shall be a sizable inducement for your reward."

"I'm sorry, Ez. I'm bein' a pain."

"You are simply being your particular self. I should have realized when we ordered that you would have issues with Jena's presentation."

"Jist... can't eat green 'taters. And then the meat was in 'em, all coated on the bottom, and the peas was in the gravy..."

"And yet you can ingest a pound of jalepeno-barbequed pork rinds dipped in peanut butter with a gallon of that tar you call coffee. I truly believe I will never understand you."

"But ya love me anyways?"

"Implicitely. Indubitably. Without boundry or limitation. Even in the face of the villainy of green potatoes."

"Love you too, ya know."

"Then will you please stop making little houses with the crackers?"

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